the music is thick and heavy…loud
like a mother’s heartbeat
all there is
rhythms to savage the soothing breast
loud… louder than the sun
dawn dances on the edge… dizzy
from the frantic beats
laid down
from beyond voiceless horizons
echoes shout
trying to be heard
the music drowns me…i hear only waves
one upon the next
their crashing rhythms
are all there is
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Excellent word phrasing, Mike. I have lain on the beach during the night allowing the ocean to take me somewhere pleasant, not your crashing waves, but what works for you is what its all about.